Escapism. (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

The man that I love—

The man that—

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it's over, dumb decision

Ladies and gentlemen

Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him

All of my diamonds are drippin' on him

I met him at the bar, it was twelve or somethin'

I ordered two more wines 'cause tonight, I want him

A little context if you care to listen

I find myself in a shit position

The man that I love sat me down last night

And he told me that it's over, (dumb decision)

And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin'

In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin'

And I'm out on the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress and this shit is

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels six inch

In the back of the nightclub, (sippin' champagne)

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi (sniffin' cocaine)

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

(Doctor, doctor) anything, please

(Doctor, doctor) have mercy on me

Take this pain away

You're askin' me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna

Toke this joint how I'm blowin' this steam

Back to my ways like 2019

Not twenty-four hours since my ex did

I got a new man on me, it's about to get

Last night really was the cherry on the cake

Been some dark days lately and I'm findin' it (cripplin')

Excuse my state, I'm as high as your hopes

That you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and (sizzlin')

If I take a step back to see the glass half-full

At least it's the Prada two-piece that I'm trippin' in

London, and I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean?

So you might as well

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels six inch

In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne

I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with

In the back of the taxi sniffin' cocaine

Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex

I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page

Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar

To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night

No, I don't wanna feel how I did last night

(Doctor, doctor) anything, please

(Doctor, doctor) have mercy on me

You're askin' me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

I don't wanna feel how I did last night

How I did, how I did, how I did last ni-ni-ni-ni-night

Yeah, the song is nearly over, but it's not done yet

Are you ready? Two, one, two, three, jump!

Hey, hey

Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art

I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the, hey

Speedin' down the highway, sippin'

I'm mixin' pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these

I left everyone I love on read, uh

Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed

I remember nothing so there's nothing to regret

Other than this 4-4 kick drum poundin' in my head

And Royal Albert, how would it feel to lit this fucking place

Would you make some noise, hit me one more time

Oh my godness, what?

Heritage Orchestra, ladies and gentlemen

The Flames Collective, ladies and gentlemen

Congrat these ladies and gentlemen

Thank you so, I will never forget this moment

As long as I live, I will never forget this night

I will never forget this night, I love you so much, thank you

Let's go

Anna Lapwood on the organ, ladies and gentlemen

Anna Lapwood on the organ